Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.
It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.
The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.
I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.
Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.
Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.